Lu Jie's surprise quickly turned to shock, as his attack did not hit Han Yi's body.
As the silver sword breezed by, an afterimage slowly dissipated.
A hundred meters away, a figure surfaced.
The figure's speed had doubled from before.
"Secret technique?"
Lu Jie sneered. Such a burst of speed from a secret technique would put great strain on both the divine soul and magical power and wouldn't last long.
Whoosh!
He rushed forward, with the silver long sword falling into his hand.
At the boundary of the Eighth Immortal Ring and the Ninth Immortal Ring, the nearest neighborhood was hundreds of kilometers away. No matter how much Han Yi tried to escape, he couldn't get out of Lu Jie's grasp. Once Han Yi exhausted his magical power, killing him would be even easier.
In the ancient lush forest, two figures chased each other, one ahead and one behind.
Feeling helpless, Han Yi realized that his Light Body Technique had improved twice as fast as before.
